WHAT!?!?!? A NEW CHAPTER??!?!?ya, ya, i know, i'm so nice....i'm waiting for a paper to print out...curse my slow printer...and i thought i shouldn't leave all my loyal readers hangin'!!!! sorry it's so short!!! have fun....
She was no longer in then form of an Elf. She still had her lithe, dainty body, same long, brown, hair, and green-brown-grey eyes; but now, she had two, lovely, fragile wings protruding from her back. They were the blue wings he had seen before, to whom he thought belonged to some other creature. They were each semi-transparent, delicate designs weaving in and out every here and there, golds, pinks, and purples showing occasionally. After a moment of gawking uncontrollably, Legolas noticed that they were exactly like that of a butterfly's wings, save that they were several times bigger.
Lalwen's garb had changed as well. Instead of her pretty, green dress she had put on that morning, she was wearing a gown like Legolas had never seen before. It looked more like a liquid than a fabric; flowing graceful over Lalwen's slender figure. It was only one piece of material, a light sapphire with a hint of violet in color, with on elegant strap entwining her neck, which was still adorned with her silver necklace.
"Wha..? L-Lal..?" was all Legolas could stutter, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. Lalwen chuckled softly.
"I told you Himlot was stranger than you could even image, did I not Legolas?"
Legolas didn't answer. He was extremely numbed at the moment.
"Wha-...What is going on Lalwen?" he choked. A smile flickered across Lalwen's face. She sighed.
"I guess I have some more explaining to do," she mumbled, "but I'll explain it later. Good bye Legolas!"
With that, she gently lifted off the ground, and fluttered away. Legolas finally found his voice.
"Lalwen! Lalwen, where are you going? Wait! Come back!"
He tore through the woods, jumping over stray bushes and bulldozing into offending branches. Lalwen stopped in mid-flight, flapping her wings rapidly to remain airborne, and still in one place.
"What is it Legolas?" she called.
He didn't reply; he just gazed up at her, an unreadable expression on his face. What seemed to be a shadow of internal amusement surfaced on Lalwen's fair face.
"I'll tell you what is going on later, Legolas! I promise! I'll meet you at sunset at the bench, and," she paused, "and explain myself. Good bye, Legolas!"
And she was gone. Legolas didn't move for a very long time; he merely stood and stared at the spot where he had last seen Lalwen. What had happened to her? What was going on? His thoughts drifted to her newly acquired wings....Where had he seen wings like that? He gasped. The library in his father's palace!
He turned on his heel, and bolted back up to the House of Elrond.
She was no longer in then form of an Elf. She still had her lithe, dainty body, same long, brown, hair, and green-brown-grey eyes; but now, she had two, lovely, fragile wings protruding from her back. They were the blue wings he had seen before, to whom he thought belonged to some other creature. They were each semi-transparent, delicate designs weaving in and out every here and there, golds, pinks, and purples showing occasionally. After a moment of gawking uncontrollably, Legolas noticed that they were exactly like that of a butterfly's wings, save that they were several times bigger.
Lalwen's garb had changed as well. Instead of her pretty, green dress she had put on that morning, she was wearing a gown like Legolas had never seen before. It looked more like a liquid than a fabric; flowing graceful over Lalwen's slender figure. It was only one piece of material, a light sapphire with a hint of violet in color, with on elegant strap entwining her neck, which was still adorned with her silver necklace.
"Wha..? L-Lal..?" was all Legolas could stutter, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. Lalwen chuckled softly.
"I told you Himlot was stranger than you could even image, did I not Legolas?"
Legolas didn't answer. He was extremely numbed at the moment.
"Wha-...What is going on Lalwen?" he choked. A smile flickered across Lalwen's face. She sighed.
"I guess I have some more explaining to do," she mumbled, "but I'll explain it later. Good bye Legolas!"
With that, she gently lifted off the ground, and fluttered away. Legolas finally found his voice.
"Lalwen! Lalwen, where are you going? Wait! Come back!"
He tore through the woods, jumping over stray bushes and bulldozing into offending branches. Lalwen stopped in mid-flight, flapping her wings rapidly to remain airborne, and still in one place.
"What is it Legolas?" she called.
He didn't reply; he just gazed up at her, an unreadable expression on his face. What seemed to be a shadow of internal amusement surfaced on Lalwen's fair face.
"I'll tell you what is going on later, Legolas! I promise! I'll meet you at sunset at the bench, and," she paused, "and explain myself. Good bye, Legolas!"
And she was gone. Legolas didn't move for a very long time; he merely stood and stared at the spot where he had last seen Lalwen. What had happened to her? What was going on? His thoughts drifted to her newly acquired wings....Where had he seen wings like that? He gasped. The library in his father's palace!
He turned on his heel, and bolted back up to the House of Elrond.